Hey, so, I get that birds of a feather flock together AND the birds in your flock that share your interests and such are more likely to understand your troubles, trials and tribulations than birds outside your flock, but damn it, why my friends???
I'm not going to name them since they know where I live and I don't wanna risk anything, let alone my life, but FUCK the betrayal in my life alone for this one thing is thicker than the entirety of Lion King. No joke. It's so stupid.
I mean, I know I don't state the wicked fact like my Bro does, but I don't want to, I don't care what you call me, just be cool with it, be chill. Also, maybe, just maybe, there were physical complications so I had back issues before I was supposed to because of some stupid genes from my Bio Mom.
My Bro was supportive as shit and helped me change a bit and go on some stuff, but stayed firm on the other part, which is fine, age restrictions, safety related shit, that's fine, I'm cool.
One friend was supportive as shit cause of their sib going through something similar, but kinda the opposite way? Another was supportive as shit cause I was happy and comfy with my body, full positive beam as usual. When I eventually told my crush, a guy, this one dork, about it, he was confused about it but once he got it he was so happy and I was over the fucking moon.
Went downhill from there. First it was a dip n plateau of confusion and mild uncomfort, which is fine enough, I can deal, it happens, isn't their fault that they don't know human stuff, but certain grub fuckers decided I should make like Sans and have a bad time. Just like Sans, I was dead, but figuratively, of course.
Had to spend two weeks just hiding away in my bedroom BACK IN MY HIGH RISE IN ARIZONA, no one knew where I lived there, that's why I went. They knew my chum handle, sure, but I didn't talk to many. It was so uncool.
